Bonus! With all this my dick tingled a little already. She knocked at the door and I ran to open it. She smiled “Hello, stud!” And kisse... me. “Hello, sug.” I called her sug, short for sugar. She walked in and over to the couch. “Ready for your present?” she asked. It was our two month anniversary and I had forgot being a typical man. She laid down on the couch and crossed her legs. “I didn’t get you anything-” “I’m. She walked with confidence and dressed that way as well. Although no longer in her youthful 20's she still dressed like it and pulled it off easily. She wore a brown tight fitting mini dress. The plunging front neckline invited every man's eyes to her chest. She purposefully wore a bra with a smaller cup size as well as a thinner cup material which accentuated her breasts pushing them up flowing out of her brown top. The thinner cup allowed just a tease of her nipples which were subtly. I had no idea what was going on.At that point, a golden cylinder almost seven feet tall appeared before us. A Voice, easily heard without amplification throughout the great church began, “Greetings and welcome! We are gathered here today to join in wedlock four loving couples. And I am here because one of the women being wed is The Littlest Angel, Caitlin Fitzpatrick.“Frankly, this is an event I have been looking forward to for some time.“However, before proceeding, there is one thing I must do. .The Counts Barsotti, (specifically Lord Marcus Cesario Familious Barsotti II, great-grandfather of the current count,) had angered one of the old gods somehow and been cursed for their indiscretion. Upon reaching the age of 33 they turned into hideous monsters that had to be locked up in the dungeons beneath Castellari Barsotti: demons, so it was said, and could never again see the light of day. Year by year the curse grew more severe, monster attacks were on the rise throughout their realm,.